An Autumn Tree

I don’t care much for this state 

but lay me down in the Chesapeake, 

during the fall, 

and maybe I’ll become an autumn tree. 

 

Arteries rich with sap, 

flowing to a point that 

                                  hangs off 

and bursts into red dots, 

turn brown, bad blood 

spills onto the grass and is taken by  

vampire-like soil. 

 

5pm: 

the sun burns me, 

illumination 

is resuscitation 

and I am almost, almost

human. 

 

Geri

MD

17 years old

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